Chapter 1
Have you ever heard the stories of vampires or werewolves, living among humanity while keeping their existence secret for centuries? They are bullshit. All of them. You just can’t hide the existence of a society or way of being from the world at large. Impossible. Same goes for fae.
Everyone knows fae exist. That’s no secret. Never was. We exist in different corners of society. There’s a vast variety of us. Depending on what kind of fae you are, you’ll probably find yourself in a different place on the cultural and socio-economic spectrum. There’s more big blue trolls working construction than university professors, for example.
Where do I fit into this? Definitely not in a university setting, if the grimy bathroom door of a dark and worn-down gay bar falling shut behind me and him is any indication.
My god, he is hot!
We were already heavily kissing, more stumbling around than anything else. He pressed me against the sink counter, leaning into me. One hand was already down my pants as he slid the other under my ass, lifting me onto the counter before he tore down my jeans. Yep, it was that kind of bar. Stop holding on to the illusion of respectability and get back to drooling - I would too, if my mouth wasn’t, you know, occupied right now.
My bare cheeks on the cold countertop sent a shiver down my spine as I hastily opened his jeans to get down to business. The low thumping of the music still reverberating deep in me, fueling my horniness.
This is perfect. I needed this!
My favorite part of public bathroom hookups? Nobody bothers exposing more than the absolutely necessary body parts for getting the job done. Be it for brevity or for sanitary reasons - who knew what kind of stuff you could infect yourself with in such a place, anyway? I know I set you up by saying it’s impossible to hide the existence of a whole set of people, or shoving my bare ass in your face so soon, but I never claimed the same is true on the individual level.
As he put the condom on, I leaned back, resting my back uncomfortably against the mirror - not that I cared - and studied the lustful, focused expression on his face.
He lifted my legs, pants around my knees. Some spit for lube and -
Oh fuck, yes!
Struggling to stay in place on the wet countertop kept me from losing myself in the sensation. That probably saved my life. As he pushed into me, one hand slid under my shirt, teasing my nipples, the other pinning me down at the hip. Closing my eyes, I focused on the sensations. Until I felt the other hand slide upward.
Nope, can‘t have that.
I pushed his hand back down and pulled him closer to me by his neck. It worked; his pace increased as we werre staring into each other's eyes. His groaning was so hot!
I was getting closer, the rhythmic pounding lulling me in when a sudden jolt of pain erupted in my back. His eyes shifted from a look of lustful hunger to something dangerous.
Fuck no!
Another pull and the pain in my back erupted again. It felt as if he tried to rip it out, at which point my reflexes finally kicked in.
Pushing myself forward off the mirror, I used my other hand, still conveniently on his neck, to smack his head to the side into a paper towel dispenser.
His body went limp to the sweet tune of breaking plastic. But without his hips holding me in place I slipped, each of my vertebrae making painful contact with the edge of the countertop. That was going to hurt for days! I groaned as I landed bare ass first on top of his unconscious body, trying to steady myself.
My still foggy brain worked in overdrive to process the new situation and make sense of what the fuck just happened. The pain in my back anchored me into reality, the wave of fear and imminent danger rising and threatening to drown out my consciousness.
I needed to get out of here! But I needed information just as bad. I quickly patted down his pants, pulled out his wallet, and found his driver‘s license.
Hello Nathan, nice to meet you!
He had introduced himself as Adam. Not that I‘d hold that against him in this type of bar.
“What the -”
When I heard someone gasp, I was still looking at the driver‘s license, a wallet that didn‘t belong to me in my hands, squatting with my bare ass exposed over an unconscious body featuring a sad limp dick stuck in a condom. Blood trickled from his temple on the tiled floor. It looked almost fluorescent in the neon lighting. Talk about a compromising situation to be found in!
I struggled to stand up and pull my pants up at the same time, while the guy who just walked in on me remained standing dumbfounded in the bathroom doorway. Why had the cute blonde surfer dude suddenly appeared now and not an hour earlier so I could hook up with him?! With my mind racing, I pocketed the driver's license and dropped the wallet onto Nathan’s body.
My only chance now was to act quickly enough, before the new guy regained his footing or the other woke up. Without hesitating any further, I closed my pants and pushed myself past the blondie, who was still staring at the unconscious body. The bodily contact stirred the still lingering lust within me, although he wouldn’t be interested in doing anything with me after what he saw!
„Hey, what happened?“
The bathroom door was already closing behind me when I heard the question, but I didn‘t stop. The backdoor of the bar wasn‘t far, and with a bit of luck, I‘d be out of sight before Blondie called the cops on me.
The cold air was a shock as I carefully let the door slide shut behind me. Hopefully, Blondie would think I‘d vanished into the dimly lit bar and out front, giving me a real chance to disappear.
My goal was to get as far away as possible, but I only managed a few steps, before everything that had happened hit me. The cold had probably washed away the adrenaline, and suddenly, I was shaking violently, stumbling before steadying myself against the wall and sliding down into a sitting position, my back against the wall.
His eyes, flashing from lust to something else the moment he found out, played in an infinite loop in my head. Was it a setup? Had he used the sex as a way to confirm what I was before making his move? Was it a chance encounter with a violent creep? The cold night air seemed to creep into my soul as I pondered the implications.
Lost in thought, I didn‘t hear Blondie approaching.
“You okay?“
I jolted upright, almost hitting him in the head as well before his sympathetic tone sank in and I felt my whole body go limp again. I pulled my arms around myself and realized just how cold they were. What made me think going sleeveless in November was a good idea? Oh yeah, I wanted to show off my tats, thinking it’d up my chances of getting laid tonight. Had I really been that horny?
“Ugh. Yeah, I guess.“
Very convincing, bitch.
With a guarded expression on his face, he stepped closer.
“I mean it. Are you hurt?“
I scoffed, then shook my head. What was he doing here? Had he called the cops and was now trying to stall me until they showed up? They’d probably have advised him against something that reckless. I turned and looked him in the eyes for the first time.
He seemed pretty shaken, a worried expression on his face. Quite convincing, to be honest.
He squatted down, not breaking eye contact.
“Did he…?“
“He didn‘t rape me, if that‘s what you‘re getting at.“
Did relief flicker across Blondie’s face for a moment? Should I have lied? Would‘ve been a lot less to explain - but a really shitty thing to do. How should I even explain, without…
“If you want to talk about it, I will listen.“
That caught me off guard once again. What was going on with that dude? First, he looked like he‘d walked into a horror movie and seemed ready to call the cops. Then he followed me outside and tried to engage in a conversation like this?
“Look, I don‘t know what happened back there, but considering your reactions, you‘re the victim here. The other guy is fine, by the way, he started waking up when I followed you.“
“Great, that‘s a relief.“
“Stop the sarcasm bit, a dead body would only complicate things.“
He was probably right.
“Did you call the cops?“
“No. They‘re often not good with these kinds of situations and I didn‘t want to make things worse. I walked in only after you ended whatever that was…“
“Ugh, you don‘t want to know.”
“Probably not.”
He sounded sincere.
“I figured you might need someone to talk to…“
What the fuck is wrong with him?
I searched in his face for any indication of ulterior motives. I couldn’t figure that guy out, not in the slightest. He looked like an innocent twink and his initial reaction was in line with that. But what’s with not calling the cops and telling me I looked like the victim? He found me over an unconscious, bleeding body with their wallet in my hand, for god’s sake! Despite that, he had a sincerely worried expression on his face.
For people like me, trusting strangers has even higher stakes. With the wrong person, I could put myself in real danger - and the shock of the situation I just got out of was still very fresh. I probably hesitated too long, so he decided to make another move.
“Look, I know this is probably pretty weird for you and you’re still processing what happened to you…”
No shit, Sherlock!
“… but you need to decide what to do now. I don’t think anyone else saw you go out back, but I am certain the guy has been found by now. There will be questions and someone probably will call the cops. You’re not the best to blend in with your tats. Do you want to deal with them? It’s probably the right thing to do, but it’s not gonna be a smooth ride.”
He pointed at my biceps, a jaguar sporting boxing gloves staring back at him.
“Sounds like you have experience.”
What a lame attempt at deflecting. As if I had the luxury to avoid dealing with this right now.
His cute face twisted - did I just trigger a memory? - he quickly regained control, though.
“To be honest, I have. So, what will it be? You wanna bail or deal with the cops?”
“Definitely no police,” I groaned. That would’ve been the last thing I needed right now.
As if on cue, I heard sirens in the distance. He cocked his head, probably hearing it as well.
“Let’s go.”
He reached out as if he wanted to take me by the arm, but hesitated before actually touching me. Instead, he got back on his feet and looked around. He seemed lost. But that didn’t matter, I know these streets by heart. Getting up, I gestured for him to follow and we disappeared into the labyrinth of small streets and back alleys.
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